Many years ago now, during the height of the Cold War, my Air Group in Lexington stood into Brest for a short (but splendid) Port Call at the end of a sustained operation in the Norwegian Sea.
The Bretons were so superbly friendly. And in a quiet moment in conversation with the Mayor's wife at a formal civic reception, she mad it known to me in no uncertain terms her total and virulent disdain for Paris, DeGaulle, (and the new Fifth Republic)-- and anything really French!
What a delight that dear lady was. Made the whole port call worthwhile. *S*